The pharaoh might of stayed where he was if it were not for the sight beyond his oasis. the sounds of the buzzards were enough to have the man lifting himself from his rock. So much for cooling off completely and enjoying his evening. He slunk off his rock and stalked towards the commotion and the wolfess he had seen. he took a moment once he reached her to scare off the buzzards with a few loud and sharp barks. then he stopped in front of her, her scent told him alot. Female, death and among it cannibalism. He wasn't the one to judge her though. The pleasure would be Amun's. Her heart would be weighed with a feather whence she died and her fate would become decided then. She looked every bit as tall as him but he did not fear her. With a swift motion he aimed to bite into her scruff for grip before working himself underneath her. once she was settled upon his back he moved with her towards his oasis.
Once he got there he moved directly into the water and waded out into its depths. He stopped when the tip of her nose was touching the water. The point was not to drown her but to cool her off and allow her a chance to drink. Her pelt he knew was much too thick to frequent the desert. "Drink, and thank Amun that Ra has not taken your life today." His accent was thick and deep with the Egyptian deserts molding. Only once she had followed his command did he move again, taking her to the shade beneath his rock and sitting so she may slide off him.
then he was moving again. He went directly to his den and took what remained of the gazelle since Mory was finished. He then returned and dropped the half eaten carcass in front of her. Eat. He then pounced onto his rock and laid himself in the shade from the trees over it. She owed him at this point.